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An egg-shaped god with weeping eyes, Stands beneath the amber skies. A woman draped in midnight silk, Beside a form as pale as milk. Upon the peak, a shark takes flight, In this world of fevered light. Where logic fades and dreams take hold, A surreal story yet untold.😉

A Premonition about the being in the eye of the potato ice cream hurricane